UNKNOWN POV I lingered in the hospital's dimly lit corridor, my eyes fixed on Bruce's room. The soft beeps of machines and hushed conversations created an eerie symphony. A nurse emerged, her expression grave. "He's stable, but..." Her voice trailed off, leaving me wondering. "...severe head trauma and potential amnesia," she continued, her words dripping with weight. My pulse quickened, a mix of curiosity and concern swirling within me. A doctor approached, clipboard in hand. "Mr. Walter's condition is critical. We're doing everything we can." A faint sense of satisfaction crept over me. Bruce, the man who had tormented so many, now lay vulnerable. "Will he remember?" a voice asked, laced with anxiety. The doctor's hesitation spoke volumes. "It's uncertain. The impact was severe." I melted into the shadows, my mind racing. Bruce's amnesia could upend everything. Later that night, I slipped into Bruce's room, the darkness swallowing me whole, only the clanking of my heels was
ETHANI stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, gazing out at the city skyline, feeling like a trapped animal. My mind raced with the weight of accusations, my heart heavy with frustration.How could they think I'd hurt Bruce?The news had spread like wildfire, fueling the whispers and pointed fingers. Bruce Walter, hospitalized with amnesia, and I was the prime suspect.A knot formed in my stomach as I scanned the office. Employees' hushed conversations halted as I passed, their accusing glances burning like embers.Fear and anger simmered beneath my surface, but I kept my expression neutral, refusing to give in.Only Reina knew the truth. I turned to her, my voice barely above a whisper, desperation creeping in."Reina, I swear, I didn't hurt Bruce. I'm being framed." Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with unwavering conviction, a beacon of hope."I believe you, Ethan," she said. But doubt crept in, insidious and suffocating."Everyone thinks I did it," I admitted. Sham
REINAI sat beside Ethan in his dimly lit study, surrounded by stacks of files and documents. We were digging deeper into Bruce's past, searching for answers."Ethan, I don't know how much more of this I can take," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.Ethan's eyes, filled with determination, met mine. "We have to know the truth, Reina. For ourselves, for the victims."I nodded, steeling myself. "You're right."We poured over the documents, our fingers tracing the lines of text. Names, dates, and numbers blurred together.Suddenly, Ethan's finger stopped on a particular line. "Reina, look at this."My heart sank as I read the words. "Oh no...Bruce was involved with some shady organizations."Ethan's jaw clenched. "And look at the dates. This was during his rise to power."A chill ran down my spine. "He used his influence to cover his tracks."Ethan's eyes locked onto mine, filled with anger and sadness. "We were blind, Reina. We trusted him."I reached out, taking his hand. "We did
REINAI walked into Ethan's study, finding him staring at his phone."Ethan, what's wrong?" I asked.His face was pale. "I received a threatening message."My heart skipped a beat. "What does it say?"Ethan hesitated before handing me the phone."You'll pay for digging into Bruce's past."I felt a chill run down my spine."We can't back down," I said.Ethan's eyes locked onto mine. "I won't let anyone hurt you."Just then, my phone buzzed.I showed Ethan the message:"You're next."Ethan's jaw clenched. "We're going to the police."Detective James listened intently as we showed him the messages."I'll increase protection," he promised.But I couldn't shake off the fear."Ethan, what if they hurt us?" I whispered.Ethan wrapped his arms around me."I won't let that happen."That night, I lay awake, my mind racing.Ethan's hand found mine in the darkness."Reina, I'm here.""I'm scared," I admitted.Ethan pulled me close."Me too."The next morning, we received another message:"Stop i
I stepped into my dimly lit study, the scent of old books and leather enveloping me. Jack waited, his expression grave, his eyes sunken."Ethan, I've uncovered something," Jack said, his voice low and measured.I nodded, anticipation building as I settled into my chair."Go on," I urged, my eyes locked onto his.Jack hesitated, his fingers drumming against the armrest."I've been digging into Bruce's past," he began.The soft glow of the desk lamp cast shadows on his face."And?" I pressed, my voice laced with impatience.Jack's eyes locked onto mine, a deep sadness reflected within."Bruce wasn't the mastermind," he revealed.My eyes widened, shock rippling through me like a cold wave."What do you mean?" I demanded.Jack's voice dropped to a whisper."It was someone close to you."The room seemed to shrink, the air thickening."Who?" I asked.Jack's gaze held mine."Your father."The words hung in the air like a challenge.My world crashed around me, memories swirling like a maelstr
ETHANReina's piercing green eyes locked onto mine, her determination palpable."Ethan, we need to unravel the tangled threads of this conspiracy," she urged.I nodded resolutely."Alexander's hiding something, and I aim to expose him."We stood outside his opulent office, the hallway's soft glow casting long shadows.The air was heavy with anticipation.But I sensed we were being watched.The feeling crawled under my skin like a sinister whisper."Let's dig deeper," Reina said.Her voice was a gentle breeze on a summer's day.We slipped into the shadows.Our investigation led us to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town.The crumbling structure loomed before us.Its rusty gates creaked in the wind.The dimly lit space reeked of decay and neglect.Cobwebs clung to the walls.Rats scurried through the darkness."What are we looking for?" Reina whispered.Her breath danced across my ear."Anything that links Alexander to my father's secrets," I replied.Our flashlights cast ee
ETHAN I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Lucy, a traitor? Unthinkable. Yet, memories of her past betrayal toward Reina flooded back. This revelation cut deeper than ever.Reina's concerned eyes locked onto mine. "We need proof," she whispered, determination fueling her words. I nodded resolutely. "We'll get it."Together, we embarked on a perilous mission to uncover the truth. Under the cover of darkness, we snuck into Lucy's hideout. Shadows danced around us like specters. Reina's hacking skills unlocked Lucy's computer, revealing incriminating evidence: emails to Bruce and Alexander, exposing the web of deceit.Reina's eyes widened in shock and outrage. "This can't be," she whispered. I felt cold fury building inside me."We have enough," Reina whispered, but I spotted a hidden folder, encrypted. "Lookie here," I muttered. Reina's eyes sparkled. "A hidden server." Excitement mixed with fear as we downloaded the files, our hearts racing with every click.We escaped into the ni
REINA I frantically scanned the deserted streets, my heart racing with every passing second. "Andrew!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the buildings. Ethan's hand clasped mine, his grip tight with reassurance. As we sprinted through the neighborhood, I felt like I was losing my mind. Every alleyway and side street seemed to stretch on forever. The chill of the evening air clung to my skin, but my fear and adrenaline numbed me to it. We turned a corner, and my gaze locked onto the playground where Andrew loved to play. The swings creaked ominously in the wind, the slide gleaming like a skeletal finger. Memories of laughter and picnics flooded my mind, and my breath caught. "Ethan," I whispered, my voice trembling. "He was here. I know it." Ethan's eyes followed mine, his expression softening. "We'll find him," he promised, his voice low and steady. I rushed toward the playground, Ethan's arm wrapping around my shoulders. Together, we searched every inch, calling Andrew's name u
Reina POV I could feel Ethan’s eyes on me as I poured myself a second glass of wine. The intensity of his gaze on me was suffocating, but I refused to let my eyes meet his. Let him watch. Let him wonder. I have spent too many nights begging for his attention; now it was his turn to sit with it and beg me for my attention. The silence stretched between us like a long string and I swirled the wine in my glass, feeling that I didn't care about his feelings, though my heart raced. I could still hear his words from the other night, the way he practically begged me for answers, for me to talk to him. It was crazy but funny at the same time. “I want us to fix this.” But fix what, exactly? The broken shards of a marriage that neither of us seemed willing to sweep up? The years of neglect, the lies and the half-hearted apologies? Oh, let's not forget. The cheating. No. I was done being the one to bend. That night, I stayed up late in the guest bedroom I had claimed as my own.
Ethan POVReina’s words echoed in my mind so loudly like a drum that one could not silence. “Do your worst, Ethan.” She had said it with so much conviction, like she doesn't care about any action that I took. What the hell has come over her? This was not the wife that I got married to . She was so indifferent and that alone cut deeper than I thought words ever could.I stared at the ceiling that night, trying to piece together the shattered pieces of our life. Our lives were nothing to write home about and I have lost all hope in making sure that things went back to normal. Divorce was what was staring at us from another end and it now seemed like a threat that we both threw around like a knife, but neither of us had the courage to file for a divorce. Truth was, I didn’t want to divorce Reina.Not because I was scared of the fallout between us or the bad press, or the whispers and gossips from our so-called friends. No, that is not it. I could not bring myself to do it because
EthanI couldn’t focus on anything anymore. Not work, not Andrew, not even the endless distractions I used to drown myself in. My mind was consumed by Reina. Her sudden indifference towards me, her mysterious outings, and the unsettling confidence she carried these days. It was as though she had transformed into someone I didn’t recognize, someone who didn’t need me anymore.The change that I saw in her made me mad and angry. She used to plead, cry, and beg for my attention. Now, she barely looked at me. She left the house dressed to kill, and returned late at night without a single explanation. When I asked where she had been, her replies were casual and almost dismissive.“It is none of your business, Ethan,” she said one night, brushing past me as though I were invisible.And that smile, she smiled more these days, but never at me. Always at her phone. One evening, I heard the door close softly behind her as she left. I sat in the living room, staring at the television, but I
ReinaTaking your friend's advice? That was a good thing to do. I sat at the dining table, absently twirling the spoon in my cup of tea. Ethan was seated across from me, but I didn’t dare look at him. I could feel his eyes on me, as though he was waiting for me to break the silence. A month ago, I would have. I would have pleaded, begged him to talk to me. But not anymore. I had decided to follow Celia’s advice. If Ethan wanted space, he would get it, more than he bargained for.“You are not going to say anything?” he asked finally, breaking the silence between the both of us. I looked up briefly, then shrugged, giving him a neutral look. “What is there to say?”His brows furrowed. “You have been quiet lately. It’s…unlike you.”I shrugged again and stood, carrying my cup to the sink. “If you have something to say, Ethan, say it. Otherwise, I have work to do.”I walked out of the kitchen without waiting for a response. My hands trembled slightly as I made my way to the livin
ReinaA divorce? A fucking divorce!!!Did I hear right or was I dreaming? Has it come to this now that he was suddenly asking for a divorce? No, no. He has to be joking. He has to be seriously joking about this. He will come around soon. I hit my head with my hand countless times as the days passed in a rush. The once vibrant and intoxicating energy that filled our home had been replaced with a heavy, suffocating silence. Ethan barely spoke to me unless it was about Andrew or something essential that he felt I should know about.Even then, his words were short and straight to the point and his tone was cold. It was like talking to a stranger.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the framed photo on the nightstand. It was from our honeymoon. Ethan and I were on a beach, laughing at something I could not even remember. We looked so happy, so carefree. That version of us felt like a distant dream, a life that didn’t belong to me anymore.How did all these disappear in the blink
ReinaI had expected that when Ethan dragged me out, we were going to have a conversation like two normal humans. But, no. That was not the case. Ethan dragged me out and left me standing after raining insults on me. The stupid me swallowed whatever I received from him and stormed back to the house. I was deeply hurt by everything Ethan was doing and I was quite sure he was doing this deliberately to hurt me. I was seated in the house and the only thing that engulfed the house was silence. It was deafening and the only thing one could hear was the ticking of the clock on the wall.I sat in the living room with my arms wrapped tightly around my knees, staring blankly at the empty coffee table in front of me. The argument from the club was still fresh in my mind. Every word, every glare, every moment of humiliation played repeatedly inside my mind. Finally, Ethan came back home. I had been expecting him all this whole time since he refused to come home. When he finally stepped in
ReinaThe house was silent, save for the occasional ticking of the clock on the living room wall. Ethan had once again left without a word, and it was already past midnight. My heart ached, and the silence felt suffocating. I could not sit still anymore. My mind was racing with every worst-case scenario. Where was he? Who was he with?Celia’s words echoed in my head. “If he can stay out all night, why can’t you? You need to breathe too, Reina. Come with me. Let’s go out, let loose. Maybe seeing you have fun will remind him what he is losing.”“I can't believe he is doing this to me. Celia. He is acting all tough and hard towards me. I hate that he is making me feel this way,” I complained.“Look, Reina. If I were you, I wouldn't bother myself about him anymore. He is not a serious man. How can a man who has a child behave that way? Are you sure he is not sleeping around with different women?” She asked and my heart kept pounding against my chest. “He has cheated on me before, Celi
ReinaI don't understand love.At the beginning, it makes you feel all good as if that was the only thing that mattered at some point. It makes you feel like you don't want it to end but then, when everything goes wrong. Your world comes crashing down.Was this how mine was going to be for the rest of my life? I know that I was still as attractive as hell but would I be able to find a man who would get married to me at this age?I might find a good number that would satisfy me in bed and make me a baby mama but I doubt if any of them would want to get married to me. I sighed loudly as the clock ticked endlessly. Each passing second felt like a hammer to my chest. Ethan had been gone for three days. Three days of unanswered calls, ignored texts, and sleepless nights. I could not focus on anything else. Not work, not Andrew, not anything. The house felt empty without him. It was cold and lifeless.Tonight, though, something felt different. There was tension in the air. It was a diff
ReinaThat was a big flop. Ethan just told me all of that to make me feel better, I guess. It looked like forgiveness was far from him at this point. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, searching for the woman Ethan once loved.I looked the same, but everything felt different. The cracks in my marriage were now wide, and no matter how hard I tried to patch them, they just kept spreading.I had no idea what to do. My marriage since day one has not been all rosey. Now, it was worse. Were there not women having it good in their marriages? Why was mine different?I pressed my palms against the table, taking a shaky breath. This could not be the end. I would not let it be. I was not going to lose my family because of a silly mistake. I heard Ethan’s footsteps downstairs. The sound of his footsteps on the floor was heavy and loud and it felt like he did it deliberately. Every time he moved around the house, I felt the tension in the air. It was thick and suffocating. He had been di